****** and bass
****** and bass.
All she want in her face
is ****** and bass.

All she wanna do
is **** ******
kiss *******
and listen to Future.
**** that's why
I won't pursue her.
Love and the essence of life
don't get through to her.
She is an addict.
Running from life
and abusing ****
to get away from it.
So much beauty and potential
but he she wanna be a dumb *****.
She wanna be that *****
or some *****
that gotta man that's rich
and follow the crowd.
Blowin loud.
Poopin xans
and sippin lean.
She ain't never seen
a trap but
She listens to Future
and shes stumblin.
Choppin it the **** up
and mumblin.
Lickin her lips and giggling
because my sub in the trunk
is tickling her pearl tongue
and both lungs.
We are both young
but that's no reason
to act so dumb
and walk around all numb.
When I kick her some philosophy
she doesn't care
all she can think about
is her on top of me.
All in her soul.
All in her face.

****** and bass.
****** and bass.
All she want in her face
is ****** and bass.

All she wanna do
is **** ******
kiss *******
and listen to Future.
The Promethazine King.
The codeine connoisseur.
You can't be a loser
if you wanna get
through to her.  
She needs your dollar signs
and expensive ****
before you even see the ****
or a *** or an *** cheek.
She's fine as hell but
If you ask me
she ain't no Ashley
from Fresh Prince.
She's nasty.  
Freaky and far from innocent.
She wants it blasted
in her face
until she can't see straight.
She wants the force from the back
till she feel it
in her stomach and her back.
She listens to Future
but I'm no codeine cowboy.
She's mistaken me for him
because I'm
as fresh as an altoid
and my eyes are as low as
the unemployment rate.
I set the bait
and there is the prey.
Now she is
all in my face.

****** and bass.
****** and bass.
All she want in her face
is ****** and bass.

Will we be truly happy?
Will we be truly free?
I ask myself this **** on a daily.
Who the **** is going to save me?
I answer
Only yourself man, only yourself.

Is it vanity? Is it money?
Is it love that keeps
you happy?
Will you give your all
to hold onto your sanity?
All because you feel
that you are happy?
Will you never sleep
to chase a dream?
Even when you lack self-esteem?
Even when those around you
don't believe in your dream?
Will you be happy?

Will you be happy
when you lose all of your friends?
Because perfecting your craft
means more to you than
what you all did in the past?
Will they follow you
on your self-paved path
or will they wonder off
and let life become wasted trash?
You know life is precious.
You know life is meaningful.
That is why you protect yourself
and perfect yourself.
So that you can
make life more beautiful
in your eyes, in your mind.
Will you be happy?
Will you be free?

Will you be happy?
Will you be free?
When you are where
you need to be.
Will you still be true to yourself?
Or would you follow the crowd
and follow the money
and become a **** sell out?
To sell your soul
completely out for
someone else gold paved route?
Will you still love
the way you use
to love?
Or would heartache and pain
distort your heart's vibrations
and cause you to love no longer?
Free of attachments.
Will you be happy?
Will you be free?

Weeping willows will wrangle wayward wanderers wrestling with worries washed with wrath.
When will we wash vices with bleach
until they are as white sands on a beach.
Maybe when we lose ourselves
we will become familiar with our true selves.
To save ourselves from the fearful and mystical
place we all call hell.

Though hell is on earth
it is the reason we are all born at our worst
and heaven is in our mind.
Yet, we are all slaves of time
and a punch in clock.
Cashing in time for currency
hoping that the pain will stop.
The pain of missing our seeds grow.
The pain of longing for what we don't know.
Life pains so deep
you don't get any sleep.
Weeping willows will wrangle wayward wanderers wrestling with worries washed with wrath.
Some say life is full of ****
a whole colostomy bag.
It hasn't been the best
man I can't brag.
Shots to cure the pain
I drag with mary on my brain.
She helps the drive
when I'm going insane
or away from those
that claim they are sane.
In a world filled with
doubt from the poor
and no hope from the rich.
You might feel
like calling it quits
but the sun shines bright
over the hills.
Even at night
it shines back at you
through the moon.
I stay up late
and watch it shine through my room.
Through the door
and down the halls.
That's how I know
I'll never fall.
Superior beam of light
with the will to fight
the monsters of the night
and the demons of the day.
That is why
I can tell those that are lost
that the weeping willows will wrangle wayward wanderers wrestling with worries washed with wrath.
Don't let the darkness
of the day
dim your light
and steer you from your path.

Fantasies and poetry.
Fantasies and poetry.
All I've got in life
are fantasies and poetry.

Oh you think that
you know me?
Tell me about
the visions that I see.
Tell me about
the places I will be.
Tell me about
the faces I will see.
All the hands I will shake.
All the hearts I will break.
All the deals I will make.
Tell me about
when I found myself.
Tell me about
how I was before
and how I worked
with all my cards
that were dealt.
All you know
is what I choose
for you to see.
So, believe you me
my minds travels deep
when I separate
you from me.
Coming to you live
from the depths of me
and deep inside my mind.
Where my soul
and my ancestors be.
Fighting evil influences
that try to destroy me.
Who guided me in the direction
where I'm suppose to be.
Yet I still don't know
where I'm suppose to be.
You think you know me
then you know that
all I've got are

Fantasies and poetry.
Fantasies and poetry.
All I've got in life
are fantasies and poetry.

These fantasies and poetry
are what I use
to fight the powers that be.
To fight the demons in me.
To show you the demons in you.
To tell you the truth
That that box of distraction
that they've made for you
you will only see a few.
So you will never know
exactly what they do to you.
That's why I write to find
the lost.
I write to free
the trapped.
I write to shine light to
the blind.
I write to hold
the loveless
In a world that seems
so soulless.
Where appearances and possessions
make those the boldness
only on the surface.
I write to warm
the bitter coldness
of the mystical human experience.
With the strong arms of Samson
my love you won't have to ration.
As long as we don't let negativity
become its assassin
and let its actions speak
as loud as a cannon.  
It will be in
like it is the latest fashion.
Then I will be free to imagine
what life would be like
without my own captions
of fantasies and poetry.

If God don't like ugly
God don't like me.
Which is why
I'm so unlucky.
It's like my money
telling jokes in my pocket
because it knows it's funny.
I live in Texas but
My days are never sunny.
They are much rather gloomy
and the darkness consumes me
until I get a bit wreck less.
Faded
till I'm speechless.
Smoking
till I'm breathless.
Til my mind isn't restless.
Sippin the devils elixir
made me far from quicker
but I feel deathless
because I'm high
off of **** and antidepressants.
God don't like ugly
and the people
walk about corruptly
in this world of vanity.
That grips the sanity
til it produces
a lack of empathy
for its fellow man.
This world of vanity
has me trapped
In my own reality
because I'm not
appealing to the eye
and my words
not appealing to the soul.
Still dress to impress
to catch a lost ******* soul
lackin control
to ride this ****
like a slippery *****.
God don't like ugly.

If God don't like ugly
God don't like me.
Like a ******* child
that's he's forgot about.
Made in his image
but far more warped.
Who realized his potential
and leaped from the porch.
Into a sea of fakes
trying to achieve an image
sharp as a sword.
Just as mighty as the lord
but they always come up short
because they are mortals
between the portals
of heaven and hell.
So the paranormals ******
the brains of the godawful children.
Until everything is up for sale
including their soul.
To feel a feeling that will never bail.
This life has been hell.
Yet, we bask in the heat
of the moment.
When temptation rains upon us
we always lose focus.
How can we resist it
when him and his enemy
sent it.

If God don't like ugly
God don't like me.

-Klash

Mic check. Mic check.
I know you hear what I'm saying
but are you listening?
There's a difference in hearing
and actually listening.
I inform you of my day
and the demons I'm slaying.
Yet, you change the subject
like passing periods.
Fast and furiously,
far more than seven times
You've disregarded my troubled mind.
To talk about others problems
all as if they were mine.
Actions that drive me far away
from my eternal sunshine.
Only to leave me far behind.
to realize that our love is blind
And that it may not
be love at all.

Mic check mic check
testing One,two,three.
Are you listening to me
or are you just hearing me.
Mic check mic check
testing one,two,three.
I show you love
Why can't you show me?
Why can't you show me?

I know you hear what I'm saying
but are you listening?
There's a difference in hearing
and actually listening.
Your actions are prohibiting me
from giving you factual conditioning
of my love and how I'm feeling.
Silent as the night they are.
Derailing my train of thought.
This is why I hold **** in
like a reservoir.
And you begin to wonder
why I'm so angry and bizarre.
It's like I'm talking to myself
and I'm locked behind bars.
Oh well, I guess I'm
going crazy again.
Self indulging with drugs
just to feel loved again.
So far gone
when you knock
you can't get in.
Smoke fills the temple
that my soul sits in
because Im at
my wits end.
All because you struggle
to take the time to comprehend.
Mic check. Mic check.
Drop what the ****
you are doing
this is a sound check.
It's just you and I
and our hearts on deck.
I will do my best
to hear what you have
to get off of your chest.
I just hope when I'm next
you set your pride aside
to hear what's on my mind.

Mic check mic check
testing One,two,three.
Are you listening to me
or are you just hearing me.
Mic check mic check
testing one,two,three.
I show you love
Why can't you show me?

-Klash